She Really Isn't A Barn Animal

Well, I knew it was too good to be true. Olivia finally succomed to an illness. After being exposed to possibly everything under the moon, she started running a low grade temp with a horse voice about Tuesday of last week. By Saturday night a bit of a rash was forming on her tush, with a couple spots on her hands and ankles. By the time she woke up from her nap on Sunday she had a temp of almost 102 and more spots on her hands and butt. After a horribly rough Sunday night for her and about an hours worth of sleep for me, another high temperature and more spots I self-diagnosed her with hand, foot, mouth disease (I know sounds like she should be living in a barn, thus the post title) and made a doctor appointment. By 1:00 Monday afternoon her spots had increased and her poor little mouth was full of blisters. It has been rough and Livy has been a trooper. Dr. Wadle said she will start to feel better within 4 to 5 days. Luckily, she had no temp this morning and we hope things are on the downhill slope.

Watch Out

Olivia has this push toy that turns into a car thingy she can sit on and ride. Well, when it was a push toy she never pushed it and now that she can ride it, she wants to push it. So, I turned it back into a push toy on Saturday, took down the baby gates and let her push it all over the house. I must add that she was thrilled that the gates were down, though it didn't last long, as she started pulling on the sliding glass door blinds in the dining room, so they went back up. Well, as she is pushing her toy into the living room, nowhere near where the dog is laying down, she veers towards him and once she is within inches of him she rudely says "ch out, Dodo" (aka watch out Dodo) and runs him down. Are you serious kid? She later looked at me and said "ch out, mom", though she made a wise decision and did not run me down. She now says "ch out, Dodo" on a regular basis, just to be sating it.

While the gates were down, I noticed that Olivia was in the kitchen and was rather quiet. This is not necessarily a good thing. So I called out to her and asked her what she was doing. She came around the corner with her purple ball and said "I'm playing with my ball" (duh mom), turned around and walked away. Now, I wasn't sure if that was what I really heard because it simply amazes me what is coming out of her mouth these days. So, I looked at my mother-in-law and asked her if that was what my child had just said to me. Sure enough, Granny B heard it as well. The funny thing was that she said it in such a way that made me feel like a complete idiot for even asking such a question. Oh, it has only just begun hasn't it?

This Morning

This was Olivia and I 's conversation as I was getting her out of the car this morning.

M: "Do you want your milk"?
O: "No, put it in the bag".
M: (surprised by an entire sentence of that length) "Put it in the bag"?
O: "Yeah".

More Random Thoughts

Every time Olivia sees football on the TV or hears it on the radio she points and says "football". If it's a good day she will say "Vikings". Olivia also correlates any piece of Viking clothing that has the Viking head on it as "football".

Olivia now sings the ABC song. We can totally make out the tune and up until the letter E, but then the letter sounds turn into made up sounds, but at least it is still with the correct tune. She has also begun to count. On a daily basis we get "one, two.....FIVE". We are working on this. She did count eight, nine, ten the other day though. Don't ask what happened to the other numbers because I have no clue.

Now when Olivis decides she wants to pick up her toys (which isn't that often) she signs the pick up song. A few days ago out of the blue I hear "pick up, pick up, everybody, pick up, pick up".

When Olivia has finished eating she now tells me "done" and shoves the plate to me. If she actually ate everything on her plate she says "gone" instead.

I no longer dictate when Olivia goes to be and I no longer carry her to bed. I have found that she sleeps much better if I let her tell me when she is ready. Bedtime has moved to more around 8 instead of 7, but when she is tired she comes up and says "night night", hands me Bob, Petunia, and blanky and she walks to her bedroom. This is sad to me in a way because it just confirms that she is getting older and that she truly is an independent kid.

Unfortunately, Olivia has becoem more attached to binky and tries to get the stinkin thing whenever she can. She is only supposed to get it at naps and bedtime, but she has finagled her way into getting it more often than not lately. I hate the binky!